Insecurity

Last week I was sitting at the dentist crying. Now I have been to the dentist more times than most because I have genetically bad/weak teeth. It's usually not an issue. I'm used to it all. But for whatever reason (partially due to these raging pregnancy hormones that make me so emotional), I felt ashamed, embarrassed of my teeth.

And as usual, God used this situation to speak to me. We all (especially women) have something we don't like about our physical bodies. And as much as we tell ourselves we are confident, and that what God says matters, we still somehow allow ourselves to feel insecure about something.

Because we are human. Because the devil will use one spoken word, one insecurity, to lead our thoughts to a place of doubt. Doubt about the goodness of God. Doubt about our worth. Doubt about the love of God. Doubt about ourselves.

And when we are consumed with doubt about our lives and whether we matter or not, we have allowed those lies of the enemy to drown out the words of our loving father. Who says we are worth it. Who calls us beautiful and chosen. Precious to him. Who has plans for us so great we can't even began to create them in our finite minds. Who created us in his likeness perfectly for the task at hand.

Who equips us by his spirit so that nothing is impossible if we will believe. Who makes us worthy of the calling he has laid so tenderly on our hearts. Who sees us through the redeeming blood of his son. The blood that covers us in His righteousness.

You are not who you think you are. You are who God says you are and he sees you as beautiful.